Page 43 of Only Ever You

Her eyes are wide as she stares at me. What the hell did I say?

“I’m your girlfriend?”

I probably shouldn’t kiss her in the office, but her lips are inches from mine and she’s irresistible. My gaze stays fixed on hers as I cover the gap and give her a tender kiss. “What do you think you are after our weekend together?”

Pippa’s smile is all I need to get me through the day. “I just hadn’t thought of it in those terms.”

“Well, get used to it. And schedule us both out of the office for a couple of hours around lunchtime because we have an appointment with a dress shop.”

Her laughter follows me into my office, and I could eat out on it for days.

My life couldn’t be sweeter. I’ve got the girl of my dreams, and everything’s better than it has been, well, ever.

She’s all I need.

When it hits midday, I head out to her desk and wait while she grabs her bag.

“You’re seriously coming with me?” she asks.

“Hell, yes.” I offer her my arm, and she takes it.

After a ten-minute walk, we reach the store, and as soon as I step in, I know I’m out of my depth.

I’ve never been shopping for women’s clothing before.

Pippa moves between the racks before picking out two dresses. I see a flash of colour before she turns to me. “There’s a bench over there by the changing room. You wait there and I’ll try the first one on.”

“Okay.”

She hands me her bag. “Look after this.”

“Love it when you’re bossy.” I grin.

She laughs then stalks toward the changing room, and I take a seat where she’s told me to.

The bell rings above the door, and Mallory walks in.

She walks toward me, eyebrows raised. “What are you doing here?”

Her bemused look makes me smile.

“Helping my girlfriend buy a dress. I guess you’re here for the same thing?”

She drops down onto the bench beside me. “You guessed right.”

“You don’t look so happy about it either.”

Mallory laughs. “I hate this side of things. But I know I have to?—”

I frown as she just cuts off, but then I turn my head and my mouth falls open. My woman is a goddess.

It’s a simple black dress, but it hugs her curves and accentuates that cleavage I adore.

“Turn around.” My voice is hoarse, and Mallory nudges my arm.

The back dips with black straps criss-crossing so she’s not completely bare. It’s nothing fancy, but she takes my breath away in all its simplicity.

“We are so buying that,” I say.

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